4. But Oh! suffice the season past: My idols now away I cast, Pleasure, and wealth and fame, The world, and all its goods I leave, To thee alone resolv’d to give Whate’er I have or am. 5. Lo! in a thankful, loving heart I render thee whate’er thou art, I give myself to thee; And thee my whole delight I own, My joy, my glory, and my crown To all eternity. HYMN III. 1. O THOU who seest what is in man, And shew’st myself to me, Suffer a sinner to complain And groan his griefs to thee. 2. A sinner, that has cloak’d his shame With self-deceiving art, Thy worshipper _reform’d_ in name, But unrenew’d in heart. 3. The servants most unlike their Lord, How oft did I condemn; The persecuting church abhorr’d, Nor saw myself in them! 4. The ♦spirit of my foes I caught, The angry bitter zeal, And fierce for my own party fought, And breath’d the fire of hell 5. Threatning I did and slaughter breathe, (The flail of heresy) And doom the sects to bonds, or death, That did not think with me. 6. To propagate the truth, I fought With fury and despight, And in my zeal for _Israel_ fought, To slay the _Gibeonite_. 7. “The temple of the Lord are we!” And all who dared deny, I would not have their conscience free, But _force_ them to comply. 8. With wholsome discipline severe To conquer them I strove, And drive into the pale thro’ fear, Who would not _come_ thro’ love. 9. How vainly then the zealots blind Of _Rome_ did I disclaim? Still to the church of _Satan_ join’d, And differing but in name. 10. How could I, Lord, myself deceive While _unreform’d_ within, _Protest_ against their creed, and cleave The closer to their sin? 11. Their foulest sin my own I made, (And humbly now confess) While by my anger I essay’d To work thy righteousness. 12. A murtherer convict I come My vileness to bewail, By nature _born_ a son of _Rome_, A child of wrath and hell, 13. Lord, I at last recant, reject, Thro’ thy great strength alone, The madness of the _Romish_ sect, The _madness_ of my _own_.